Bromley Academy- A One Direction/District3 Love Story

Ally has moved from her home in Sydney, Australia, to Croydon on the outskirts of London. She's starting off at a new Boarding Academy called Bromley Academy London, where she is studying music. On her first day, she makes friends with a group of musical prodigys, and it seems like there's love at first sight. Is everything what it seems, or will a dirty little secret ruin her new frienships?


15. Confessions



I ran off, willing myself not to turn back to Ally and apologize, forgive her for using me and tell her I loved her, but I couldn't do that to myself. So instead I sprinted to the dorm building and up the stairs. Something inside of me wanted to know why he was better than me, why Ally loved Michael more than me. My breath was coming out in short clouds of fog, but I didn't care as long as I knew.


Finally I was outside her door, staring at the number 246 in front of my eyes. I let out a breath and pushed her door open. There it was, right in front of me like it had been every time I had been here. A picture frame. FOREVER was written in foam stickers on the top, and a bunch of hearts surrounded a picture of Ally, smiling and sitting in the bed of a truck. A muscular boy with hair a shade darker and a few inches taller than her was on her right, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, squeezing her into a hug. His lips were pressed into her cheek, and she was blushing, her freckles like tiny hearts splattered across her cheeks. I grabbed the frame and stared at it, taking in every detail. Her knee-length floral dress, her pale legs and bare feet, her fingers wrapped around a giant sunflower, the way her eyes were squeezed shut like she wanted to keep the memory forever. And him, his farmer's tan and big muscles and perfect teeth and messy hair. But mostly the way she looked happy, more happy than I had ever seen her, happier than when we danced in the snow or we raced down the hall or I let her beat me at football just so she could tease me. Just completely, totally, unchangeably happy. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it wouldn't budge.


I set the frame on the table and turned off the lamp, and then snuggled into her bed, breathing in her smell. I wished I could just go back and tell her I was wrong and I didn't care, but that was a lie, and I couldn't lie to the girl I loved. Yes, loved. After two weeks, I was truly, madly, deeply in love with Allyson Docket. I heard footsteps in the hall and froze. They drew nearer and nearer, and suddenly, there she was.




"Danielle." I breathed. She immediately crossed her arms and glared at me.


"Get out. Now." Danielle said, her voice more angry than I had ever heard her before. If looks could kill, well, I'd be chopped up in a box and shipped off to Nigeria by now.




"Now. Do you know what you did? She's been sobbing, won't talk to anyone, won't even eat her lunch. I can't remember the last time she smiled." Danielle snapped. "What the hell did you say to her?"


"I... she was just using me, Dani. She's in love with some boy named Michael back in Australia, she was just using me to get over him." I said, holding in a sob. Danielle looked like she was about to beat me.


"Michael was her brother who died two years ago, you complete bastard!" She screamed, and without any warning her fist hit my right in the face. I fell back against the wall and pressed my hand to the searing pain on my cheek.


"What... She never said anything about her brother dying! I thought he was just deaf?" I stuttered, feeling my face swell up more and more by the second. Tears were streaming out of my left eye.


"She had two brothers, idiot. I don't care what you do, if you have to fucking beg, but you better apologize to her, NOW." Danielle snapped, grabbed my arm, and literally threw me out of the room. I stumbled out into the hall and leaned back against the wall. I pulled my hand away from my face and saw a few drops of blood on my palm. Ow.


I let out a sigh and made a quick plan, then sprinted off to Ed's room, where I had been hiding out all week. It didn't matter what I had to do, I needed Ally to love me again, I needed to apologize and make things right.




I let out a few deep breaths and tried to pay attention to the Maths lesson Proffessor Smith was trying to teach, but I couldn't stop thinking about Niall and what he had said to me earlier. It just didn't make sence. A finger tapped my back and I peeked over my shoulder at Liam, who was holding a slip of paper. I grabbed it quickly and set it on my notebook, glancing at the teacher before looking down at the words.


Want to come and hang in my room after classes? Just hang and take your mind off of things?


I looked back at Liam and nodded, and then spent the rest of the hour counting out the seconds until the bell rang. At least I did a bit of maths. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my bag, Liam's hand, and we were off, walking in comfortable silence until we arrived at his room. He tossed me a pair of track pants and I slipped into them quickly, then flopped down on his bed. Liam sat down a second later and pulled me into a hug.


"Want to tell me what happened?" He asked. I shrugged and then nodded, repeating everything Niall had said to me earlier. Liam looked a little nervous when I finished.


"Ally... Niall was in the hall outside of your room on Sunday. And he was crying. It looked like he'd overheard something or, well, I don't know. But he was really upset." Liam said. I thought back to Sunday night. All I had done was talk to my mum on the phone...


"We were talking about my brother, Michael. Oh, no. Oh, NO! He must have thought he was an old boyfriend or something... Oh, god, Liam!" I sobbed, pressing my head into his chest and trying to calm my breathing. Everything clicked into place. I knew why Niall was mad... but this was ridiculous.


"Who's Michael?" Liam asked. I sighed and decided to tell just one more person. I had already told Danielle everything, and I guess Liam was about to find out, too.


"He was my brother, and he died in a car crash last year. Joey and I were in the car, too, but he was the only one that died. That's why Joey's deaf and why I have this scar by my eye." I said. Liam noddd. "It was my fault." I whispered, looking down at my fingers. Liam shook his head and leaned his chin on my forehead.


"No it wasn't." He breathed, then pressed his lips into the top of my head, the same way Michael would have.


"Liam, I need to find Ally and apolog- What the hell? So I was right, you are just playing with me? With all of us?" Niall shouted, dropping his guitar. Liam pulled away and I felt his arm drop off of my shoulder. I shrunk back into his chest but he shrunk back further, trying not to touch me.


"Niall, he was hugging me, trying to make me feel better because of how YOU made me feel! It was just a fucking kiss on the forehead!" I screamed back. I wasn't going to take this again. I wasn't going to be accused of this, I was going to fight back if that's what it really came down to. Niall shook his head, furious.


"Yeah, and on the cheek and the lips and who knows where else! I've seen the way he looks at you! I've seen, don't try and pull this over on me!" Niall shouted. I rolled my eyes and stood up, a foot from him, maybe closer.


"Yeah, he looks at me like a brother would, like Michael would, you know, my DEAD BROTHER!" I shouted, spit flying. Niall laughed maniacally.


"Yeah, I know that now! And I WAS coming to apologize until I found you two having sex!" He screamed. This time I laughed.


"He was hugging me! Idiot!" I shouted, breathing heavily.


"I may be and idiot, but at least I'm not whoring around with the whole school!" Niall challenged. My arms went limp at my sides. That was the final straw.


"I can't believe I ever thought I could love you." I whispered. Niall looked like he wanted to take back every word, like he knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late. "I'm leaving, don't try to apologize this time, it's a waste. I'll never forgive you." I said quietly, and then brushed past Niall and out the door, making sure I didn't touch him on the way out. I knew if I even touched a hair on his arm I would turn around and forgive him for everything, and I just couldn't afford to make that mistake.

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